DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, never will. All just for fun. I am also not a Officer of the Law, a doctor or a resident of New York. Please allow for a little poetic license :)
SUMMARY: An accident on the job leaves Jamie badly injured. Will he recover? Will the Reagans?
A/N: This is my first BB fic, and my first fic for a while. Not sure how often updates will be, but I hope you guys like it. Pretty heavy on the Jamie whump, and will mainly be Jamie and Danny, but the other will crop up! Hope you enjoy!
I did a bit of googling to try and find out the location of the 12 and 54 precincts and it appears they'd both be in Manhattan (I know the 12th is fictional, and I can't find out much about where the 54 squad would be. On google it comes up with Lower Midtown Manhattan so I'll go with that, plus I'm sure Danny says something about having the best arrest rate in lower Manhattan at one point) Don't know if that's how it is on the show, but it is here. Like I said, 'poetic license' :) - ATGPNWT85 x
10-13 – Chapter One
It was a warm spring afternoon on the streets of New York. Officer Janko turned to her partner and asked the question he probably knew was coming. "You wanna get lunch?" She asked, opening the door of the cruiser.
Jamie walked round to the drivers side opening the door. "Sure," he replied. "Radio it in." he continued, taking off his hat and climbing in to the drivers seat. It had been a fairly boring call they'd attended. A domestic disturbance that turned out to be a couple fighting over the fact the husband didn't want beef stew for dinner in the warm weather. "But I'm deciding where." He added as Janko climbed into the car.
"No way!" She protested, "You always pick bad places." She protested as the car pulled into the traffic. "We have this same argument every time you wanna choose. Not doing it again. Just admit you have poor taste, Reagan."
"Carlucci's" Jamie replied, ignoring her. "I fancy a nice pastrami sub," He said, glancing over at her. "Some pickles, a little mustard." He flashed her a smile, knowing she loved the small deli not far away.
"Ok, fine," She conceded, folding her arms in defeat. "But I get to choose tomorrow!"
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"Jeez it's muggy today." Baez complained as she and Danny made their way back to the squad car. They'd been to inform a mother that they'd caught the guy who had beaten her son to death, and he was currently on his was to Rikers. "Hey," She said, pointing into a nearby deli. "Isn't that Jamie?"
"I'll be damned." Danny replied, heading towards the deli. "So it is." He stood outside the doorway waiting for his younger brother to exit. "What are you doing round here?" He asked as the uniformed duo exited the deli.
"Afternoon to you too, Danny." Jamie answered, beginning to unwrap his sub. "Lunch break," he explained, taking a bite. "You?"
"Letting a Mom know we caught the guy who killed her son." Danny answered, eyeing up Jamie's sub.
"Don't even think about it Danny." Jamie said, moving to protect his lunch, but all too late as Danny swiped it out of his hands, taking a bite.
"What the hell is this?" Danny asked, scrunching up his face and handing the now defiled sandwich back to his brother. "You got mustard? What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I like mustard!" Jamie protested, taking a bite.
"I hate to break up this party." Baez interrupted, "but we need to get back to squad." She smiled at Janko, then at Jamie. "See you both around. Enjoy your lunch." She added, laughing slightly at Danny's still scrunched up face.
"See you around, Detectives." Janko replied, before taking another bite of sandwich.
"Sort your life out, Kid." Danny said, shaking his head as he walked after his partner. "Mustard." He sighed.
Janko stifled a laugh, shaking her head slightly as she watched Danny go before turning back to face Jamie.
"What?" Jamie asked his partner, taking another bite of his lunch.
"I'm so glad I don't have a brother."
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"So what you got against mustard?" Baez asked as they continued towards their squad car.
"Joe," Danny said, sighing a little. "When we were younger, Joe gave me a doughnut he'd filled with mustard instead of custard and..." He shrugged, not feeling the need to finish the story.
"You Reagan boys." Baez joked as they reached the car.
"Stop him!"
Both Danny and Baez turned at the shout. It came from a Bodega down the street from them. The shop keeper was standing outside pointing towards a young male running towards the detectives.
"He stole my money!" The shopkeeper continued to shout from the Bodega.
"Hey!" Danny shouted as the suspect ran towards them. "Police! Hey!" He shouted again as the man managed to dodge past them and continued down the side-walk. "Call it in!" Danny shouted to Baez as he took of after the perp. Noticing a familiar figure up ahead Danny called out. "Jamie!"
Jamie turned hearing his named called. He noticed the guy running towards him first, followed by his brother running behind him. He waited for the guy to be close enough before making a move. The suspect hadn't noticed Jamie, and was taken by surprise when he was tackled round the waist to the ground by the uniformed officer. Jamie attempted to get on top of the guy to cuff him but he easily had forty pounds on him. He was vaguely aware of Janko on the radio as she was exiting the patrol car. He continued to scuffle with the perp, he could hear Danny behind him not far away. He managed to get his cuffs off of his belt, but before he could use them a fist came up to make contact with his jaw. It was a heavy blow, sending Jamie backwards and allowing the perp to escape.
Danny caught up to him, stopping briefly to help him back on his feet. "You ok?" He asked, waiting only for Jamie to nod before he continued on his chase.
"Cut him off." Jamie said to Janko, watching her get back into the RMP and take off down the street. He began running after Danny again, ignoring the pain in his lower face and what felt like blood spilling from what he assumed must be a split lip. He heard more sirens as he saw Baez drive past after Janko, presumably coming up with the same idea. Danny wasn't too far in front of him now. He could see the perp a little way in front of his brother, when he turned right down an alley. By the time Jamie had gotten to the alley he'd caught up with Danny. "Come on, old man." He said as he ran past his older brother down the narrow opening.
"Old man!" Danny shouted as he continued running watching his younger brother gaining on the perp. He watched the guy climb over a fence at the end of the alley, and Jamie seem to easily do the same after him. He made it to the fence, wondering when it was that his kid brother suddenly managed to out run him, before climbing over himself.
He saw the perp run out into traffic and across the road. Jamie followed. That was when Danny heard it. The screech or tyres coming to a sudden halt from speed. He ran towards the sound, seeing a black sedan with a shattered wind-shield. "Oh my God." He said under his breath looking around for Jamie. "Jamie!" He called.
"Someone call an ambulance!" He heard a voice call from the rear of the sedan. "Tell them it's a cop!"
"Jamie!" Danny shouted, running to the back of the car. He heard a siren, knew it was took quick for an ambulance. In the back of his mind he reasoned that it must be Janko or Baez, but it was on such a subconscious level he didn't even register. "Jamie." He said again, more gently, as he saw what lay behind the car.
Jamie was on the road, unmoving but breathing. He was lay on his right side, facing Danny and the side-walk. The car must have struck the left hand side of his body, the force sending him over the hood and roof of the vehicle. Danny moved around, kneeling down to face him. "Jamie," He tried gently, simultaneously taking in his injuries and trying to ignore them. Jamie's face was covered in blood, presumably from the glass of the wind-shield. His legs were twisted at an odd angle to his body. That's when Danny saw the dark, blood soaked patch on Jamie's lower left leg. Danny almost wretched at the thought of what was hidden under the leg of his brothers pants. He cast a look over the rest of Jamie's injuries. "Jesus." He muttered when he saw Jamie's right arm, partially concealed by Jamie's torso. It was broken. A bad break. Danny knew this as he could see a lump on his forearm where the bone was pushing against the skin. He heard Janko swear behind him, turning to look at her. "Where's the bus?" He half asked, half shouted.
Janko stared, unmoving for a second before her training seemed to take over. "This is officer Janko," she said into her radio. "We have a 10-13, officer down. RTA. Urgent assistance required at Canel and Baxter."
Danny leant down closer to Jamie's face. "Kid, it's me. It's Danny." He said, not sure what he was hoping for. To his surprise, Jamie opened his eyes.
"Da..." Jamie breathed, unable to get the full name out. He coughed, groaning as pain spread across his chest. "Danny." He managed to get out.
"Shh.." Danny said, placing a hand gently on his brothers shoulder, scared to touch him in case he caused more damage. "It's ok, an ambulance is coming." He said, trying to be reassuring. Although he wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure. "You're gonna be ok, Kid."
Jamie nodded, wincing at the motion. "Sorry." He said. His voice was quiet and Danny had to strain to hear it amongst the commotion. The driver of the vehicle was somewhere nearby, repeating the phrase 'I hit a cop. Oh God! He just ran out! I never saw him!' over and over.
"No, no," Danny tried to sooth the younger Reagan. "Don't be sorry, everything's gonna be ok. I promise." He said, not sure what his brother was apologising for, "Where the hell is that bus?" He asked, turning to face Janko. Her face was pale and she looked like she was in shock. "Janko!" He called, snapping her out of her trance like state. "Bus?"
She nodded and called into her radio again. Danny looked around, noticing Baez doing her best to keep a crowd from gathering. He looked back down at his brother when he heard him cough, trying to keep his panic hidden when he noticed the blood Jamie had coughed up. "It's ok, Jamie." He tried to sooth, unable to keep the worry from his voice. He doubted Jamie noticed.
"Danny, I..." Jamie coughed again. "I..." More coughing. "Tell Dad..."
"Tell him yourself." Danny interrupted, trying to keep his voice even, "Ok, Kid."
Jamie nodded weakly before closing his eyes.
"Jamie?" Danny tried to stir him. "Kid?" He tried, becoming more panicked. "Kid?" There was no response. "Jamie?" He said, almost to himself as he heard the ambulance in the near distance. "Please, Kid." He pleaded, placing his other hand on Jamie head, leaning down so he himself was almost on the ground too. "Come on, Jamie." Nothing except Jamie's laboured breathing answered him. But at least he was breathing. "Please be ok." Danny practically whispered.
"Danny." Felt a hand on his shoulder. Without looking he knew it was Baez. "You gotta move out of the way." She said, trying to guide him away.
Danny shook his head in protest, not wanting to leave his little brother lying in the street. Every memory he had of playing ball with him teasing over whatever differences they'd had that day, all came flooding back.
"Danny, the Paramedic's are here." Baez said, crouching down next to her partner. "You gotta let them work."
Danny nodded and moved out of the way, allowing the medics to begin working. "He's gotta be ok." Danny said, not looking away from the scene. "I can't loose another brother." He said, as Baez guided him to the side-walk to stand next to a still shocked Janko.
"He'll be ok." Baez tried to reassure the pair. Janko hadn't said anything since they'd arrived on scene, except to call for a bus. She was still just standing in silence, watching the medics.
"He has to be." replied Danny sombrely.
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A/N2- So I wasn't too sure where to end it for this chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed and want it to continue. Just a heads up, it's mainly going to be a recovery type fic, focusing on, well, Jamie's recovery and the strain it puts on the family so if that's not your thing, you might not wanna go any further.
Also, I'm in the UK, not US. Sorry if my lingo is not spot on. Plus my computer keeps wanting to change the word side-walk to pavement, hence the '-'
I did a bit of googling to try and find out the location of the 12th and 5-4 precincts and it appears they'd both be in Manhattan (I know the 12th is fictional, and I can't find out much about where the 54 squad would be. On google it comes up with Lower Midtown Manhattan so I'll go with that, plus I'm sure Danny says something about having the best arrest rate in lower Manhattan at one point) Don't know if that's how it is on the show, but it is here. Like I said, 'poetic license' :)
I also have no knowledge of Danny's mustard preferences : )
Till next time,
ATGPNWT85xx